Riddle me this, Batman….


After taking the week off from life (and especially from eating healthy/exercising), I managed to lose half a pound. Yep. Don’t understand. 

In other news, you must go make this now. Okay, maybe not right now, but soon. Tomorrow. I made it for dinner tonight and it was SO so good. Plus, it pretty much makes enough to feed your entire neighborhood for a month. Love only cooking once per week. (I’m so happy that Paul is a creature of habit and doesn’t mind eating the same thing over and over again.) Made a couple of changes: I used turkey sausage instead of pork sausage, and I mixed in a little extra tomato sauce (maybe ~3/4 cup) because it just wasn’t very saucy. Oh and perhaps the best part is that the serving sizes are really generous. Usually pasta dishes give you 1 cup per serving, which never seems to be enough, but this was 1 3/4 cups. So much food! Mmmmm. So in conclusion, go make it. And thank me later. 


A Break From Life


This has been an overwhelming week, filled with 4 IEP meetings (2 of which I’m running tomorrow, and one of those is a domain/eligibility/annual review combo), lots of report-writing, test-scheduling, freaking out over every little thing, and regular everyday life. So, I have taken a break from all things outside of the absolutely necessary. This has meant not going to the gym, not cooking dinner, and eating a loooot of junk. Ohhh the junk. Hello Ben and Jerry. I’ve missed you.

All in all, I feel pretty okay about taking the week off from life. Not obsessing over points, not worrying about getting to the gym, and not feeling overwhelmed by having to make dinner, clean up, pack lunch, etc… was a welcome change this week. I am, however, really looking forward to getting back to the gym on Saturday (would go tomorrow, but am working at my school’s charity basketball game tomorrow evening…followed by eating pie…), eating healthy foods again, and feeling good about myself again. Yeah, there’s always a catch. Taking  a break from life has also meant taking a break from feeling good about myself. But, c’est la vie. I’ve made my bed. Must lie in it.

Oooh bed. Sounds delightful. Goodnight!



Finally managed to get in a good workout yesterday. There were still some minuses, though….

Plus: The gym was empty yesterday. I had my choice of treadmills. Huzzah!

Minus: I managed to choose the treadmill whose TV didn’t work. Also, the TV seemed loose, and was rattling around the entire time. I was afraid it was going to come crashing down on me.

Plus: My right knee has been giving me some trouble the past few days, but it held up really well during my run.

Minus: Instead, my left knee decided to hurt.

Plus: My workout went really smoothly and I felt really great endurance-wise.

Minus: I had to go to the bathroom the entire run. Sorry, TMI, but don’t you hate when that happens?

Taking the day off today was absolutely the right choice. Starting to feel a wee bit under the weather. Hoping it’s just because I spent some time outside at the outlets, but playing it safe and staying in tonight so I’m feeling fine tomorrow for the Super Bowl (because I care so much…).

I quit


I didn’t go to the gym yesterday. Instead, I went to the Immediate Care center down the road. *sigh* I’ll spare you the incredibly long story, but in a nutshell, I was instructed to run my booty over to the doctor after work because the school nurse said it looked/sounded like I had strep. Awwwwwwesome. So I did. And I don’t have strep. But I did waste an hour sitting there.

Today was supposed to be a cross-training day, but since I missed yesterday’s run, I decided to make it up. But it wasn’t meant to be. I grabbed the wrong pants, apparently. The pants I grabbed are NOT for running. No no. They are not. Why? Because they are just big enough to slide ever-so-gradually down my booty. And since I didn’t want to run 2.5 miles with one hand on the waistband of my pants, I quit after 8 minutes and grabbed a recumbent bike instead. And I hate recumbent bikes. Not as much as the elliptical, but still. I just don’t feel like I’m getting a workout. And now, instead of feeling alert and being in a good mood, I’m still tired and in a grumpy mood. GAH. Must. Not. Eat. Pint. Of. Ben & Jerry’s….

Color me confused


Hit the gym this afternoon. It was a cross-training day, so I wasn’t planning on running. But, out of curiosity, I jumped on the treadmill to try to re-link my Nike+ sensor to see if it would work and be recognized today. And somehow, it did. So, whatever. I did 15 minutes on the treadmill and then switched to the elliptical. I HATE THE ELLIPTICAL. OMG. I was annoyed after 30 seconds. Seriously. I knew I should have just gone home and gone for a walk instead. But it had started to sprinkle and I didn’t want to get caught in rain. Next time I’ll just take my chances. How did I ever tolerate the elliptical before? Uuuugggggh. I guess the bright side of this is that I finally like running…?